The two droids sat in front of the locked blast door isolating the room Revenant's Containment Chamber was placed inside of. One of them let go of the rifle and raised its mechanical hand to the level of its head, murmuring something as it faced away from the prisoner. It seemed like it was angry, flailing with the rifle as if it was a weightless toy gun while walking back and forth between the door and the prisoner. It backed away from the door as the mechanisms holding it in place had begun to move.
Eight locks held the door in place, preventing it from sliding open. Titanium locks, no less. These unlocked until the main piece finally opened wide. Ego walked into the room. His clothes still fuming with an orange tint turning towards a bright red. He's changed the medication. Altered it.
He faced Revenant with a blank stare given by the helmet he was wearing, hands held casually behind his back.
"You're a damn idiot. You, and your little devil."
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Time had long past those two days. As he entered the room, she listened in. Providing nothing but silence as they let their head droop, silently calculating in the solace of silent seclusion. She had thought she may not have wasted this opportunity, taking it in to calculate, saving the thoughts to her hidden neural chip.
Waiting, she had been partially patient for him to continue his frustrations, head still drooping down weightlessly within the holding cell.
He sighed, facepalming into the helmet with his right hand. A slight clank could be heard in process. Ego's questions were answered, and thus found out things he probably shouldn't have. With a simple flip of a switch her restraints powered down, releasing her on the floor of the enclosure she was placed in. Door still shut tight.
"You're lucky I am too disgusted to carve you up and see for myself what's He done to you."
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With the flick of the switch, she came crashed down to her knees with a considerable thud from the fabric of her clothing scraping against itself, catching herself with her dislocated arms painfully. With a low grunt echoing out from the mask, his words caught her curiousity and paranoia. Gritting her teeth underneath, she rumbled out in a low tone.
"Right. Still going to deny it? After blackmailing BaRrY to answer a few questions which might have included you? Fine."
He sighs. A feeling of spite building up in his voice.
"There is a shuttle heading out to Tau-37. My droids are picking up goods from Freeport-10 to make sure the new ships I've got are well maintained."
Ego turned away from the cell with a swift move, communicating the droids to prepare for her departure. They nodded as he had begun to walk out of the room.
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"For someone who claims to not care for me, certainly shows a lot of intrigue for me. "
With a pained grunt, she pushed themselves up to stand up, a horrific crack of tissue was heard as she tried to shove her arms back into the sockets, it was heard echoing out from the closed cell. "Nnreughh..." She glared ahead at him through the closed holding cell as he turned, although she had no understanding as to why he was informing her of the shuttle.
"... You spoke to him? Why did he ... tell you? And more importantly, why are you interested?"
"You served your purpose - both of them. I got the knowledge I was looking for, and I got enough funds to keep the power on for a few more weeks. Months, maybe. How I got it and what did he tell me is none of your concern anymore."
His voice dripped venom at first. He was unstable, shaken by whatever he had done in the most recent hours of aimless wandering. His aggressiveness slowly turned into sorrow for seemingly no reason. He turned to her for a brief second, giving her one last look as if he didn't care.
"Once I find what the Great Sphere is, everything will be over."
He addressed to the droids, holding a stoic appearance towards the machines. He meant much more than that before leaving.
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"Very bold assumption... Perhaps you are being played with too...
...
Listen, Ego. Don't try to play with the Anomalies and /Him/. I know, inside, you're still invested in it. That curiosity still burns within you... You're going to hurt yourself more if you keep doing this - especially alone without people who know what they're doing."
There was a pause, planting her palms shakily against the cell. It was the last plea for freedom.
"...If you really care about the money; release me on the Freeport, and I will walk away. Then you will receive your monetary compensation. /I/ will leave you alone forever afterwards. "
I'm tired already. It's been days since I last slept and I can't seem to be able to solve this problem. It might have something to do with the junk I'm on. Constantly injecting Radoxol and other chemicals I mixed it up with. I know I'm being watched. He's watching my every move and I watch his every move. Passing through the walls, the droids - giving in to my hate towards Revenant. He wanted me to shoot her. I wanted myself to shoot her, too.
But I didn't. What good was she for if she was dead? I've pulled a sham on Kimiko by using this lunatic. And I've had my conversation with that sick alien everyone calls "Harbinger"...although to be honest now I kind of regret not pulling the trigger when I could've. All those fragments. All those memories he's had with her? The...few good times I remember. Were all of them a ruse? A plan cleverly made by an infectee. Harbinger did something to her as a solution to the sickness she bears. "Administered" the solution within her. I can only think of two such things and I like neither of them.
Soon I will be trading her off to Kimiko. She already sent me part of the money for Raven, which I used to employ two ships. Eight and Twelve are active for now. Maybe we'll have an easier time scratching up cash to stay afloat. I won't have to deal with her presence anymore, either. And then I will switch places again. I don't know where. But maybe somewhere secluded.
...as stupid as it sounds I need to meditate. Harbinger has given me a way to reach the Vault. I can't fix the Key, but maybe I can glue up what's left of it. Alone, though.
No, alone is better. Nobody will understand. I can't trust anyone.
The Containment Room was empty with the exception of the three Cells in each corner. Two Nomad Power Cells being held in stasis adjacent to the door leading into the room - one more damaged than the other. The other two rooms in the far back were repurposed to house humans. One of them already had a resident: Raven. The other one was meant for the fellow Bretonian caught about two hours before. He was kept mostly intact and to be escorted into the cell parallel to Raven's. Transparent, thick glass walls to hold the prisoners in.
Two droids escorted the Director of the SIS into the room, holding him at gunpoint as they did to make sure he did not resist. By definition he was still a prisoner and was treated as such. Ego was behind the tight escort. Hands inside his trenchcoat's pockets, followed by a thin orange cloud emerging from the holes of his coat. Helmet blankly staring forward, yet with a sense of curiosity shown by a slight tilt to the side of his head.
"This will be your home for now, bretonian."
His tone was cold as ever. He gestured for the droids to bring him into the cell.